A further reminder to myself that I really need to get my hands on the Eclipse box of uncle Ernst’s early musicals. If I was struck by Les Vampires‘ refusal to refer to the world war, this film’s blithe ignorance of about 70 years of recent world history is more striking. Maybe that’s the point, trying to underline that Henry van Cleve’s life really was all about his own form of pleasure-seeking rather than being connected with the real world… or maybe not, I don’t know. I enjoyed this a fair bit (though I probably liked the first half better than the second), but I’m finding it hard to say much about it for some reason.
Heaven Can Wait (1943)